<p>“Hey,” Eric said as they pulled up at a red light. “Look at that. Is she jerking him off?”</p><p>Lucy looked up from her phone and studied the people in the car ahead of them. To Eric, it seemed obvious. The girl was reaching over from the passenger side, her hand definitely seemed to be in his lap, and her arm was absolutely moving up and down. She had to have been giving him a handjob.</p><p>“Oh, she’s definitely doing something,” Lucy said.</p><p>They both continued to stare at the action unfolding in the car in front of them. Then the girl leaned over and her head dropped into his lap.</p><p>“Damn,” Eric said. “Look at that.”</p><p>The guy’s arm moved to the girl’s lower back and while they couldn’t see her head anymore, there was no question it was moving up and down in the guy’s lap. She was giving a blowjob in the car and she was doing so at a red light.</p><p>“Yup, she’s definitely giving a blowjob,” Lucy said.</p><p>Eric looked at his wife and smiled as he tried to remember the last time she’d gone down on him in the car. It hadn’t happened since they’d gotten married, which meant it had been at least a decade.</p><p>“Be honest, are you thinking about me giving you a blowjob in the car?” Lucy asked.</p><p>Eric was a little embarrassed that she’d seemingly read his mind, but he nodded. “How did you know?”</p><p>“I’m pretty sure every single man in the world would be thinking the same thing,” Lucy replied. “I mean, you want blowjobs in the car, right? You probably want blowjobs all the time, but there’s something extra hot about it being in the car, right?”</p><p>Many potential responses came to mind, but Eric figured honesty was the best approach. “Yes, there is,” he said.</p><p>The light turned green and the car ahead of them shot through the intersection like the fact that the guy was getting a blowjob gave him a particularly heavy foot.</p><p>“Is it disappointing that I don’t give you blowjobs in the car?” Lucy asked.</p><p>Eric glanced at his wife to try and see if she was annoyed with him. They were going out for a romantic dinner and he didn’t want to send the evening off the rails before it even got started. She didn’t seem annoyed with him for expressing his desire, but he decided a cautious approach was best.</p><p>“No, it’s not disappointing,” he said. “For me, there’s a difference between thinking something would be fun or hot and feeling like it’s an absolute necessity, you know?”</p><p>“So you’d enjoy it if I gave you a blowjob like that girl was doing, but you wouldn’t be disappointed if I didn’t,” Lucy said.</p><p>Despite the lack of annoyance in her tone, Eric still felt a little wary. Their sex life had been a bit rocky the past few months and he couldn’t help but wonder if they were ramping up to the kind of fight that couples sometimes need to have to clear the air. It might have been a necessity, but he didn’t want to have it right before they went to dinner, especially since it had taken a month to get the reservation.</p><p>“Lucy, blowjobs are great,” Eric said. “They really are. Of course they are. I know you enjoy being on the receiving end of oral sex too. Who wouldn’t? But, it’s not like I go through each day wondering when I’m going to get a blowjob and feeling disappointed when it doesn’t happen. Each time it does, it’s a really nice treat, but it’s not a necessity in my life.”</p><p>They pulled up to another red light and Eric looked at his wife. Lucy was staring out the window, though, and it seemed unwise to try and push the conversation.</p><p>“I feel bad,” Lucy said after a solid minute of silence.</p><p>“About what?” Eric asked.</p><p>“About not going down on you more often,” she said. “I feel bad. I know you really like it. You’ve always really liked it, and I know I used to do it more often. A lot more often, in fact.”</p><p>Lucy had been quite generous when they were first together. Eric’s memory was a little fuzzy on the specific details because it was more than a decade ago, but his recollection was that she went down on him with great frequency when they were first together.</p><p>“You don’t have to feel bad,” Eric said. “I mean, that happens, right? Things slow down when a couple is together for a long time. That’s perfectly natural.”</p><p>“Isn’t that the most depressing thing in the world?” Lucy asked. “I mean, doesn’t saying that just bum you out? I’m not even 35 yet and you’re telling me that my sex life has already slowed down?”</p><p>She was right. Eric did find it a little depressing. He had no desire to leave Lucy, but that also meant he was looking at another 25 years of a fairly boring sex life before he got too old to think much about sex.</p><p>“Plus, you still go down on me all the time,” Lucy said.</p><p>Eric laughed. “I do,” he replied. “I like it. Making you cum, that is. I really like it.” He glanced at Lucy and she looked a little distraught. They were already having the conversation, though, so Eric decided to push it. “Do you not like doing the same for me?”</p><p>“I do,” Lucy said. “I really do. It’s just…I mean, I used to go down on you all the time because I really, really liked it. I don’t know how to describe it, really, I just found it so hot to have you in my mouth. I’d get wet doing it. Like, really wet. I’d get wet when I made you cum. I don’t know why that’s not the case anymore. Maybe it is just that things slow down, or that when I’ve done it a bunch of times it’s no longer new and that means it’s no longer hot. I don’t really know. I just know that it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Not at all.”</p><p>Eric couldn’t help but get a little turned on, more from the memories triggered by Lucy talking about how she used to love giving him blowjobs. His head filled with memories of just how eager she used to be to go down on him. He’d received more than a few public blowjobs from her, including one on the elevator ride to their room on their honeymoon. That was a quickie, but it had been insanely thrilling.</p><p>“Why are you smiling?” Lucy asked.</p><p>“Sorry,” Eric said. “I just couldn’t help but think about, well, the old days, I guess. You really were voracious about oral sex. You mentioned it and some of those memories popped into my head and I couldn’t help but run with them.”</p><p>Lucy reached out and took his hand. She squeezed it tight and Eric stopped at a red light. He looked over at her and she smiled. “I’m lucky to be with you,” she said. “I’m sorry about that stuff I just said. That was really inappropriate. I don’t mean to make it seem like I’m not interested in you.”</p><p>“I think honesty is good,” Eric said. “I think it’s essential, in fact. So yeah, some parts of what you said were hard to hear, but not because you were trying to hurt me. I know you weren’t trying to hurt me. You were just trying to be honest, and maybe you’re working through your feelings by talking out loud. There’s nothing wrong with that. That can be really good, in fact.”</p><p>Lucy didn’t seem entirely convinced. She let his hand go when the light turned green and they segued into another stretch of silence.</p><p>Eric decided a change of plans was in order. They were both dressed for a fancy dinner – him in a suit and her in a lovely little black dress and heels – but he knew the night would end badly if they spent a bunch of money at a fancy place. Something else was in order.</p><p>“Where are you going?” Lucy asked as Eric got on the highway.</p><p>“Change of plans,” he said.</p><p>“Eric, it took forever to get those reservations,” she said.</p><p>“I know, but I think we both know tonight’s not the night for it,” Eric replied. “They’re just reservations, Lucy. Let’s just try and have fun tonight.”</p><p>“Okay,” Lucy said.</p><p>Eric drove them to a little burger shack at the beach where they used to come when they didn’t have much money but they still wanted something at least passably romantic. A beach and a sunset always did the trick. The food was basic burgers and fries, but it was damn good and Eric looked over and saw Lucy perk up when she saw where they were headed.</p><p>“You remember this place?” he asked while pulling into the gravel parking lot that boasted a beautiful ocean view.</p><p>“Of course I do,” Lucy said.</p><p>Eric turned the car off and looked over to see a smile on his wife’s face. “It’s been years,” he said.</p><p>Lucy smiled. “I don’t know why we stopped coming here.”</p><p>“Me neither,” Eric said as he got out of the car. “C’mon, there’s a burger, fries, and a milkshake with your name on it.”</p><p>The picnic tables in front of the burger shack were filled with people in swimsuits and tank tops, making Eric and Lucy wildly overdressed. They got a few stares as a result, but Eric didn’t care. His wife seemed happy, and that was all that mattered.</p><p>They both ordered up a burger and fries and decided on spitting a vanilla milkshake. They grabbed a picnic table out in the sand and turned their attention to the surfers riding the waves as the sunset approached.</p><p>It seemed that a small shot of nostalgia was all it took to bring Lucy out of her funk. Suddenly she was back to her joyful self. She was smiling, laughing, and enjoying the hell out of a burger and fries.</p><p>“I remember you enjoyed watching the surfers when we used to come here,” Eric said as he polished off the last bite of his burger.</p><p>“I did,” she said. “I still do. There’s something about it that I find fascinating. Maybe because I’ve never tried, I don’t know. It just seems so beautiful.”</p><p>Eric smiled as his wife stared out at the ocean and the young men and women riding the waves.</p><p>“I have a confession to make,” he said.</p><p>Lucy turned to him with a curious look on her face. “What sort of confession?”</p><p>“I know why we stopped coming here,” he said. “Or at least one of the reasons.”</p><p>“You do?” she asked.</p><p>“I was jealous,” Eric said.</p><p>Lucy looked like he’d just said something utterly ridiculous. “Jealous, of who?”</p><p>“The surfers,” Eric said. “I was more insecure back then and the way you looked at the surfers drove me crazy. It was especially bad when they’d come up from the water with the boards under their arms and their abs glistening. I swear, even after eating you looked like the hungriest girl on the beach when you stared at them.”</p><p>Lucy laughed.</p><p>“What’s so funny?” Eric said.</p><p>“I thought I did a better job hiding it,” Lucy explained before flashing a coy smile.</p><p>“Wait, hiding what?” he asked.</p><p>“My hunger,” Lucy answered. She reached across the table and grabbed his hand as her coy smile transformed into something a lot closer to giddy. “I’m sorry I was that way. That wasn’t kind of me.”</p><p>Eric couldn’t help but laugh. “Come here,” he said. “Come sit with me.” Eric straddled the bench and faced the ocean as Lucy switched to his side. She sat in front of him and he wrapped his arms tight around his wife and kissed her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.</p><p>“I love you too,” Lucy replied. She turned her head and they shared a soft, romantic kiss. Someone whistled from another table and Lucy laughed.</p><p>They stared at the ocean and the setting sun as Eric held her close and kissed her neck and cheek from time to time. Then, a young blonde surfer came out of the water and made his way up the beach with a board tucked under his arm.</p><p>“Do you still feel the way you used to feel?” Eric asked as he gestured towards the surfer.</p><p>“That seems like a question I shouldn’t answer,” Lucy replied.</p><p>“I think you just answered it,” Eric said. He kissed her neck again and pulled her a little closer. He didn’t feel the jealousy he used to and he wanted Lucy to know that.</p><p>Lucy’s head turned a little as she watched the surfer walk up the beach and towards the parking lot. He looked over and nodded and it seemed like he was nodding at her, like he was showing his appreciation for her rather unsubtle ogling.</p><p>“Were you serious, before? In the car, I mean,” Eric asked.</p><p>“Serious about what?” Lucy said.</p><p>“About…well, about giving head turning you on. Did it really turn you on? Like, was it more than just doing a nice thing for me?” he asked.</p><p>Lucy turned her head and looked at him as Eric held her close. “It did,” she said. There was just a hint of sadness in her eyes, though. It seemed like she was also saying that it no longer turned her on.</p><p>“Did it turn you on with other guys, too? Guys before me?” he asked.</p><p>She nodded and kissed his cheek in a manner that struck him as apologetic.</p><p>“So, do you think it would turn you on again?” Eric asked. “I mean, if you did it with a different guy?”</p><p>“That’s a strange question to ask your wife, Eric,” Lucy said.</p><p>Eric kissed her neck and said, “I know. I asked it, though, and I don’t know why, but I kind of want to hear the answer.”</p><p>“Yes,” Lucy said. “It would.”</p><p>Eric felt an unexpected but rather pleasant stirring between his legs. “Have you thought about it?” he asked. “For instance, did you think about it when you watched that young surfer walk past us?”</p><p>“Eric…” Lucy said. “This doesn’t seem smart.”</p><p>Eric kissed her again, but this time with erotic intent. Lucy pulled his arms a little tighter around her body and unleashed a quiet moan. “I know it’s not smart,” he said, “but I want to know. I can’t help it…I want to know.” Eric was almost certain Lucy could feel his now half-hard cock against her body. She was sitting between his legs and there was no room between them. He didn’t fully understand what had ignited his arousal, so she probably didn’t either, but she couldn’t have thought he was seething with jealousy.</p><p>“Are you sure you want to know?” Lucy asked.</p><p>Eric gently sucked on Lucy’s earlobe, which always drove her absolutely crazy. She moaned again. “Yes, I want to know,” he said.</p><p>“Yes, I thought about it,” Lucy answered.</p><p>Eric’s felt a kind of excitement he hadn’t in years. It was confusing, but he couldn’t turn from it. He had to pursue it. He only hoped that Lucy felt the same way. “You thought about what?” he asked. He wanted to hear her say it.</p><p>“I thought about…” Lucy said. “I…”</p><p>Eric’s hand moved to her thigh. His fingers moved in slow circles as he kissed her neck. He made his way up her leg and asked, “You thought about what?” again.</p><p>“I thought about going down on him,” Lucy answered. “I did. I thought about it.”</p><p>Eric’s fingers moved between her legs and he pressed them against her panties. They felt damp. She was wet. She was just as excited as he was.</p><p>“Not here,” Lucy said. “People are staring.”</p><p>Eric pulled his hand out from under her dress and looked around. She was right. People were staring. It seemed likely someone would call the police if they kept it up. Eric was a little embarrassed, but the desire coursing through him – desire he didn’t understand – overwhelmed every other feeling.</p><p>“Come with me,” Lucy said.</p><p>She took Eric’s hand and he followed her out onto the sand and down the beach. They were headed towards one of the many rock outcroppings that dotted the sand. Some were quite massive and it made for a beautiful viewing experience, which was partly why they’d started coming to the beach in the first place.</p><p>Lucy moved with pace, getting them a good distance from the burger stand. She dragged him between two massive boulders and unzipped his pants. Her fingers found his cock and she pulled him out and stroked him as they kissed.</p><p>“Do you like that I thought about it?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Eric answered.</p><p>Lucy leaned against one of the boulders and lifted one leg and placed her foot on the other. She pulled her panties aside and said, “Fuck me, Eric.”</p><p>Eric slid into his wife’s pussy and they fucked standing up. It was the first time they’d ever done it that way. They’d never fucked on the beach, either. It all felt so wild and a little dangerous in that everyone that saw them walk off almost certainly knew what they were doing.</p><p>“Are you wet because you thought about it?” Eric asked as he fucked Lucy.</p><p>“Yes,” Lucy answered.</p><p>They’d both embraced the strange, entirely unexpected desires that had arisen from a simple trip to the beach. Eric felt a kind of elation he hadn’t experienced in a long time. He felt the sort of heat and passion that he thought only people in their early 20s experienced. He fucked Lucy hard and fast. The sound of his cock sliding into her wet pussy mixed with the crashing ocean waves.</p><p>“Would you have done it?” Eric asked.</p><p>Lucy closed her eyes and moaned. “Fuck…Eric…”</p><p>“I thought about you doing it,” he said. “I wanted you to do it. It’s crazy, but I wanted you to do it. I wanted you to follow that surfer to his car. I wanted you to…”</p><p>Lucy opened her eyes. “You wanted me to suck his cock?” she asked.</p><p>Eric groaned and fucked her harder. “Lucy…fuck…I’m so close.”</p><p>“Is that what you wanted, Eric?” Lucy asked between her own lusty moans. “Did you want me to suck his cock?” She reached down and rubbed her clit as Eric slid in and out of her.</p><p>“Yes!” he said.</p><p>“Yes, what?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I wanted you to suck his cock,” Eric answered. He came inside his wife a moment later. He had to put his hands up on both sides of the rocks to keep his balance as his knees buckled.</p><p>Lucy joined him in climaxing not long after. Eric’s cock was still pulsing inside her as her body began to tremble. Eric put his arms around her to keep Lucy from falling over.</p><p>Eric laughed at the sheer absurdity of the experience and Lucy joined him soon after. He pulled out and she let her leg drop to the sand as some of his cum spilled out of her.</p><p>“Well, that was different,” Eric said.</p><p>Lucy smiled and pulled his lips to hers for a kiss. “That was really good,” she said. “Different, for sure, but really good.”</p><p>“Do you wanna watch the sunset?” Eric asked as he put his cock back in his pants.</p><p>Lucy pulled her panties over her pussy, smiled, and said, “That would be lovely.”</p><p>Eric took her hand, led her out of their little rock formation, and found a spot in the sand where they could sit and watch the sunset. They’d probably have to have a conversation about what they’d just done at some point, but that could wait. Now all he wanted to do was hold his wife, bask in the pleasure of a truly great orgasm, and watch the sun go down.</p>